BMI Category
26 Lbs.
41.4
Morbidly Obese
Please describe your physical, mental, and emotional state as pertains to this clinical trial.
HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, I know that’s probably not the helpful, scientifically measurable response you’re looking for, but seriously WTF!!!???!!!! XD
It’s been a little over three weeks since my first dose of EmaC-8, and ho boy, is the weight really coming off! It took a while to see results, but I’m averaging about a pound a day at this point, which is just like… impossible… but somehow not, because I bought a new scale just in case the old one was having a seizure or something and it said the same thing. This is really happening!!!
I can definitely feel it in my body—my stomach doesn’t hang down as far over my belt, and my sides are smaller too. Not to mention my clothes. I’ve already dropped down to 3XL, and even that’s pretty roomy.
What’s crazy is I haven’t changed my eating at all. If anything, I’m eating MORE. Every morning I wake up feeling hungrier than the last. It reminds me of how I felt when I was on hCG and only eating 500 calories a day, but now I’m eating ten times that at least.
Obviously I’m still pretty big and only my best friend/roommate has really noticed, which to be honest is a little disappointing. But also I get that losing 26 lbs. when you’re morbidly obese is like losing 5 or 10 lbs. when you’re average weight—it’s there but not in your face. You almost have to be looking for it to notice.
And although I feel sooooo happy about how much progress I’ve made, not much else has changed. Like the other day, I was working at the store and a woman rang for help with a set of sheets. They were right there on the bottom shelf, but she had a baby and didn’t feel comfortable getting down on the floor to reach them. So there I was, down on all fours, pulling my shirt down over my butt crack. Understandably the woman felt awkward and went to look at something down the aisle. I thought she’d taken her boys with her, so I let go of my shirt to grab the sheets and flinched as a cold finger poked down into my crack.
“Ezra!” the woman shouted, her five-year-old still standing over me. She rushed over and snatched him away by the wrist, but it was ME she was glaring at.
I was humiliated and angry. She hadn’t even apologized for his behavior! She didn’t even take the sheets!!!
Then my life flashed before my eyes twenty minutes later when our store manager, Rick, pulled me aside and said a customer had complained that I’d exposed myself to her young son! I was a gibbering wreck. I rushed to explain what had happened, that it wasn’t like that, it was an accident…
He burst out laughing. He already knew, had seen the whole thing unfold on the security cameras. The woman hadn’t even said anything—he was “just messing” with me. But the next time my ass crack made an appearance in the store, he said, it would be an automatic write-up.
Now you can see why I call him Rick the Prick.
Hopefully if Obexity keeps on working like it has so far, incidents like that will be a thing of the past. For the time being, the jury’s still out. You drop a lot of weight at the start of any weight loss program. The real test comes a few weeks, a month, two months in. It wouldn’t surprise me if pretty soon I hit a plateau or even start putting weight back on. I don’t see how it’s scientifically sustainable for me to eat this much and keep losing.
